Jason Aldean - Fly Over States lyrics

A couple guys in first cla** on a flight From new York to Los Angeles, Kinda making small talk k**ing time, Flirting with the flight attendants, 30, 000 feet above, could be Oklahoma, Just a bunch of square cornfields and wheat farms, Man it all looks the same, Miles and miles of back roads and highways, Connecting little towns with funny names, Who'd want to live down there in the middle of nowhere, They've never drove through Indiana, Met the man who plowed that earth, Planted that seed, busted his a** for you and me, Or caught a harvest moon in Kansas, They'd understand why God made those fly over states, I bet that mile long Santa Fe freight train engineer's seen it all Just like that flatbed cowboy stacking US steel on a 3-day haul Road and rails under their feet Yeah that sounds like a first cla** seat On the plains of Oklahoma With a windshield sunset in your eyes Like a watercolor painted sky Where like a water color painted sky You'd think heavens doors have opened You'll understand why god made Those fly over states Take a ride across the badlands Feel that freedom on your face Breathe in all that open space Meet a girl from Amarillo You'll understand why God made You might even wanna plant your stakes In those fly over states, yeah Have you ever been through Indiana On the plains of Oklahoma Take a ride